Ambrosia - Seven Nights

Seven Nights (C. Volk)

Monday's coming like a jail on wheels
and I don't know how my life feels
I've been having these dreams again,
and I think it's the same since I don't know when
When and if this feeling finds me there's always time
Sunday is not like any day I know.
Things just seem a little harder to do on a sunday.
For the all night take it back
anywhere I look it's black and raining
and it turns to me and i'll drink it down,
i'll let it fall until the week begins again.
I'll go for to reap these lies I sow.
Are you crying for me now?
Seven nights are all I know.
Floating down someone's lost memories
have they been to these places that i've seen,
and if they're there would they stay and find my place
in a worl where no one knows this face..